CHAPTER XI.
OLYMPUS All through that afternoon Dinah and Billy played like cubs in the snow.
They were very inexperienced in the art of luging, but they took their spills with much heartiness and a total disregard of dignity that made for complete enjoyment.
When the sun went down they forsook the sport, and joined in a snowballing match with a dozen or more of their fellow-visitors.

But Dinah proved herself so adroit and impartial at this game that she presently became a general target, and found it advisable to retreat before she was routed.

This she did with considerable skill and no small strategy, finally darting flushed and breathless into the hotel, covered with snow from head to foot, but game to the last.
"Well done!" commented a lazy voice behind her.

"Now raise the drawbridge and lower the portcullis, and the honours of war are assured." She turned with the flashing movement of a bird upon the wing, and found herself face to face with Sir Eustace.
His blue eyes met hers with deliberate nonchalance.

"Sit down," he said, "while I fetch you some tea!" Her heart gave an odd little leap that was half of pleasure and half of dread.